Walk through these halls,
These walls.
That glow too bright;
Outshine the hopeful candle light.

Take a seat in the septic room,
Impending doom.
She's sleeping in her bed;
A feeling of creeping dread.

You see, she was a matriarch,
Without patriarch.
A small family to love;
Brought together with a shove.

A son, a daughter, a son,
Childhood fun.
One gone to the grave;
The two remaining brave.

A granddaughter came next,
IV checks.
Twentieth birthday on this day;
Unimportant in the crazy fray.

She was unexpected,
Ultimately rejected.
Three months early and living;
The power of life keeps giving.

Twenty years of lessons,
Health lessens.
Tying shoes, baking bread, reading;
Can anyone hear the pleading?

This argument only has one crux,
Cancer sucks.
Emotional strain and physical pain;
Suddenly nothing is mundane.

The daughter remains strong,
Going along.
Miracle granddaughter is distraught;
What hadn't grandma taught?

You see, she was a matriarch,
Without patriarch.
A small family to love;
Brought together with a shove.

Walk through these halls,
These walls.
That glow too bright;
Outshine the hopeful candle light.

Cancer wouldn't win,
Fin.